Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Soul Journey

Her dress clung in her feminine form,as the night air drew in breathsof long traveled journey,searchinga soul.Her feet trailing in the soft sweet clover and grass,as the moon stared in reflection upon the cool creek as it pooled into calmer lakes,of a tired heart quest, reaching for a branch upon the tree,or a hand,in heartfelt guidance,where her mind stopped to rest.Her dress now wet as she crossed the waters,over stones,unscathed, unlike her heart,as it beat quietly beneath her breast,in anticipationa destination unknown,but a place for solitude,upon a mountain, in the calm vision of nature,to heal the woundsto which life had placed in loneliness,to which life had placed struggle,though much in this solitude beneath the trees,her heart could never be lonely,and the struggle crossing over the rocks,the climb upon the mountainsidea struggle to which is only met in the comfortof the glow of sunrise, in smiles,and the healing found in wildflowers growing,dancing in the mist upon morning air,where her soul is met.